Blush Pink Skirt

Two pink lines on a pregnancy test. I was going to surprise my husband, Vince, the Moretti family heir. Instead, the surprise was on me. A pair of black lace panties—not mine—left in his car. The air reeked of cheap perfume and betrayal. I stormed his casino, demanding answers. But I found her in his private suite. Sophia. She smirked, looking me up and down. “You must be the wife. I’ve seen your picture on the nightstand. Vince says you’re a boring little nun. Says he can’t even get hard looking at you.” I snapped. My hand shaking, I hurled a glass of red wine in her face. She shrieked, stumbled back, and crashed into a glass cabinet. Blood bloomed across the carpet. Vince burst in and slapped me so hard I hit the floor. "Are you insane?! She's carrying my heir!" My heart shattered. As I fell, a darker pool of blood spread beneath me. Our baby. I was miscarrying. And when forced to choose between his wife and his whore, Vince chose her. He forgot who put him on his throne. I’m not some trophy wife he can discard. I am a DeLuca. A princess of the underworld. So for revenge, I married his worst enemy, Dante Costello. And when we burned his empire to the ground, Vince finally broke. He got on his knees and begged me to come back.

“ I won't let you come near me or touch me! “ She shouted in panic. He stared at her with his cold and hard gaze and exhaled deeply. “ You won’t listen ? “ he asked. “ No. “ she breathed shakily trying to stay strong. He nodded his head and took a step forward and she immediately gasped, stumbling back as fear sparkled in her eyes. “ No one, no fucking one can keep me away from what’s mine. “ His deep, rough voice sent shivers down her spine as she watched him invade her space. He reached close, so close that she could breathe his cologne so deeply. Before she could process, he had her spun, pinned her against the wall. Her chest pressed against the wall as his broad and huge chest towered her small figure from behind. A sharp whimper escaped her lips when she felt his hand …. Moving under her skirt and cupping her ass. “ Will you listen to me now? “ he whispered in her ear. “ n-no- “ she struggled to get free only for a sharp slap to land on her soft skin making her whimper. “ Now? “ she whimpered before nodding her head. “ y-yes- “ “ Yes what, baby? “ ” Yes Daddy! “ —————— In a world where humans are considered weak and unwanted by wolves, a young human girl grows up inside a powerful pack-but as an outcast. Everyone believes she is nothing more than a burden, the unwanted daughter of a middle ranked beta. She is bullied, used as a servant and treated like she doesn’t belong. What no one knows is that shes more than just a weak human. She's cursed….

Ice had seen courage under fire, in many cases literally, back in his SEAL days. But he’d never seen anything like Vixen that day. When he first caught sight of her, she was standing with her feet wide apart, solidly braced on those mile-high, mid-thigh black boots, the ones that he loved fucking her in. Her minute green skirt had ridden high and tight up her perfect legs, and her dark eyes were dilated to black as she grimly stared down the approaching vehicle, shooting and shooting, both hands holding the gun. She’d looked every inch the hot female assassin in some blockbuster Hollywood movie, right down to her hair flowing behind her in the autumn wind. **** Ice Johansson is the Road Devils MC’s Chief Enforcer: cold, ruthless, and built for violence. He doesn’t feel guilt, except where Vix is concerned. Weeks ago, he crossed a line with the one woman who mattered to him. Now an enemy attack leaves her badly injured, and Ice wants one thing: to protect her, if she’ll let him close again. Victoria “Vixen” Shaw owns her reputation as the club’s favorite ride. No shame. No apologies. For eighteen months, though, she’s been Ice’s alone. What he did shattered her trust, but when Ice becomes her caretaker – no sex, no demands, just presence – she begins to see the man beneath the ice. As the Road Devils are pushed to the brink, Ice and Vix find intimacy where they never expected it: clothed, raw, and vulnerable. But if Ice reveals the darkest parts of himself – the violence he embraces to protect his family – can Vix accept him? And even if she does, can loving a man like Ice ever truly be safe?

A faint moan escaped her lips as Williams released her mouth and attacked her neck. He sucked on her his favorite spot making sure to leave a mark there just as how a wolf would leave a mark after he claim his mate.      "You are mine" He whispered as he moved away from her.    Raw frustrating was only want she could feel as Melissa opened her eyes to find herself in Williams's arms. Even when she feels like she hates him, she wants more of what only he can give her.    She still wants his lips on her and every other place it would be after there. She wants to wrap her legs around his waist and pull him closer, screaming his name as they climax in a rough ride of blissful pleasure.    "Let's make it a contract" Williams gave her the pen.     Just as if her brain had just started working, Melissa blinked. She stared widely at the pen than at Williams's face.   His lips look pink and inviting, his eyes still have that dark glitters it always has whenever he wants her. Even as he held the pen to her face, his eyes were not glued to hers, they were staring at her slightly swollen lips.     She sucked in her lower lips and blinked innocently.    "Fvck!!!" Williams groaned "You know what you do to me whenever you do that!" He smirked and lean closer to her "But let's make an agreement first".

His fingers trailed across my skin, making goosebumps pop up. The featherlight touch was driving me insane with need. He parted my thighs and stepped between them. His eyes drank in my features as if he was trying to memorize them. I always felt out of control around him, but I had a feeling that he loved that. "Tell me what you want, Violet," he murmured, his hand gently wrapping around me throat. "Tell me what you desire.” Enzo's other hand went to my skirt and began pushing it up until my white thong was showing. His finger ran over its wet center. A sinful smirk tugged at his lips. "Naughty little Violet is already so wet, and we haven't even begun. Tell me what you want, or we'll go back to work." His eyebrow rose up, awaiting my response. "You. I want you to touch me," I breathed out. ***** Enzo Vittori is a mystery to most. They believe that the CEO of Vittori Enterprises has everything that he could want. However, the one thing that he does not have is someone to stand beside him as an equal, someone to claim as his own. Violet Starling is a curveball that fate throws into his path. A woman who draws him in without even trying – a woman who will fight until her final breath is taken. Secrets blanket her reality and threaten her life. All it takes is one night for everything to change. They say that she is not human. They say that her mother is not really dead. Can Enzo protect her even when forces want her dead? Can she tame Mr. Vittori who is known for his cold, indifferent, and calculating presence? One thing is certain. Their journey will be filled with trials, passion, and spice.

Once again the oxygen from my lungs was stolen at the sight of her. I cursed my night vision and knew I was going to be punished when I got home for what I was about to do. Just a kiss. One little kiss wouldn’t hurt, would it? I took a deep breath as I moved closer to her. She shifted nervously. “I-” I pulled her against my body, silencing her words with a passionate kiss. She gasped and I took the opportunity to thrust my tongue inside of her mouth. When she melted against me, I lost control. This was not the plan, but I couldn’t resist her. I picked her up before pressing her against the wall behind her. I know I had been warned against pursuing her, but it was too late for that. I had claimed her first kiss, and now I wanted all of her firsts. My hand moved under her short skirt to brush her wetness. I closed my eyes as she spread her legs. Fuck. I was screwed. I knew it was wrong. She was just a freshman who deserved her first time to be somewhere better than a closet full of musty coats with a junior who had a girlfriend. I pulled back to look into her eyes, trying to resist temptation. She touched her lips, and her eyes closed. Fuck. I was so screwed. I knew at that moment that she was going to be my first, too. ******** Sequel to Hunting Her Hunters. This is Osprey's journey to finding his mate. Follow his path that is full of twists and turns, misunderstandings, and a love so deep that it transcends the normal bounds of a mate bond from day 1.

Knox advanced slowly toward her as she pressed herself against the wall. He seized her hair, and yánked it forcefully which caused her head to snap back. At the same time, he snaked his hand underneath her skirt, and palmed her mound possessively through her panties. “This is mine…ours,” he said, staring at Killian, his twin brother who gave a curt nod. Zena glared at him and her eyes welled up with angry tèars. However, she remained silent. "I can practically see the anger burning inside you," Knox smirked, unfazed. His grip tightened páinfully, causing her to whîmper…as tears streamed down her cheeks. "That's it, Zena, let your tears flow. Let the ráge consume you, knowing that the man you despîse is about to take control of your body, and there's nothing you can do to stop it," he táunted. Zena felt a powerful urge to spit at the ruthléss Alpha who had taken everything from her. But, it took every ounce of her self-control she had to resist. “I hate you so much," she hissed, her words drippîng with vènom. Knox leaned closer, his cheeks touching hers, “I know,” he whispered, "Don’t ever stop." . . . The Skull Rogues have never relented when it came to attacking The Blue Moon Kingdom—and they were not going to stop until they had successful killed alpha Knox and alpha Kylian, the twin alpha princes. However, things take a drastic shift when Zena, the leader of the Rogues, is captured and delivered into the hands of her enemies. And the twin alpha princes were hell–bent on exacting their revenge upon her in a hundred–fold. But fate had other plans in store for them.

Pulling me even closer to him, “you’re so fucking sexy.” He moaned into my mouth and I felt my pussy throb at once, it couldn’t wait for Ivan’s cock to fill it up. With his lips not leaving mine, Ivan pulled off my top and without much problem unhooked my bra too. I also helped him pull his shirt off and now my boobs were pressing really hard on his muscular chest. He pulled my skirt up and my pussy could feel the kicking bulge in his pants. My breathing paced as his fingers explored the entirety of my being. “You’re not gonna cum until I allow you to.” —————— Being as cold and heartless as he is, all Ivanović Volkov cared about was his work and getting revenge on the one who’d broken him without words years ago. He intends to watch her crumble just like he also did when she left. Fate brings her back into his life after many years and he gets the shock of his life when she doesn’t even recognize him. After trying all she can to get away from the grip of her cold stepfather but failing. Lexi Finn eventually found herself signing a contract marriage with a man her stepfather had sold her to. Just about anything to get her away from her stepfather. Imagine her shock when she realized it was the cold billionaire she met at a club and had a one night stand with. What happens when Lexi finds out about who Ivan really is? What would Ivan do when his quest for revenge turns into a love quest? WARNING: This book contains explicit content and the use of strong words.

“We can’t.” I moaned into his mouth, my body response the opposite of my words. “I know.” Levi’s hands were already under my skirt, fingers tracing higher. “Nate’s right down the hall.” Even as I said it, I was arching into his touch. “Then you better stay quiet.” His mouth found that spot below my ear that made me gasp. “Can you do that for me?” I bit my lip. Shook my head. We both knew I was a screamer. He smiled against my skin. “Good girl.” I married the scariest man in New York three months ago. Nate Shen. Alpha heir to a werewolf crime empire. Cold as winter, brutal as hell, and he took me as his wife to settle my father’s debts. Our arrangement is simple: I give him an heir, he gives me a prison made of silk and threats. Problem is, I already slept with his brother. Levi was supposed to be a one-night thing. Some gorgeous stranger who made me forget my life was falling apart. I didn’t know he was Nate’s younger brother until I saw him standing at our wedding ceremony. Now Levi sneaks into my room when Nate’s working late. Nate’s getting possessive in ways that make my breath catch, his grip unforgiving as he f*cks me into our bed. And I’m losing my mind because I can’t stop thinking about both of them. Pack law says sleeping with your husband’s brother gets you killed. Slowly. So why can’t I stop? Turns out I’m greedier than I thought. Is it a crime to love both brothers?

CLAIMING HER A wrong hotel room. A stranger’s arms. A secret she swore to bury. For years, Fiona Mendez endured a loveless marriage built on betrayal and empty promises. She clung to the hope that Aries—the man she once loved—would finally choose her. But fate had other plans. One mistake. One night. One moment of weakness. A wrong hotel room led her to Nagi Fujiwara—a stranger whose touch made her forget her pain. But when morning came, so did the horrifying truth. The man she thought was her husband was someone else. Before she could even process what happened, Aries shattered what was left of their marriage—not because he found out, but because he had someone else. Discarded and humiliated, Fiona fled to Cebu. She was ready to start over—until two pink lines changed everything. She was pregnant. And the father? A man she barely remembered. For two years, she raised her daughter Lizha alone, determined to leave the past behind. But peace never lasts forever. Forced to return to Manila for work, Fiona braces herself for the ghosts of her past. What she doesn’t expect is to come face-to-face with the man she swore she’d never see again. Nagi Fujiwara The father of her child. Her new boss. The ruthless, powerful, and dangerously possessive. A man who always gets what he wants. And this time, he wants her. Fiona may have run from him once, but now that fate has brought her back into his world, there’s no escaping him. And Nagi will stop at nothing to claim what’s rightfully his.